He’s my weakness

He makes me think about everything I’m doing

He makes me thinking about my breathing

He makes it hard to breathe 

My breathing gets heavy around him

Every touch sends chill through my body

Every touch adds 50 pounds to my breath

My breath is flooded with emotions and he can see straight through that

His hand on my thigh

At first it didn’t belong there 

At first it felt weird having someone’s hand in that spot

But he made it ok

He made sure I was ok

He like his hand on my thigh while he drives

One hand on the wheel 

One hand on my thigh

Both eyes on me to make sure I’m ok with his hand on my thigh

Then both eyes back on the road because he doesn’t want anything to happen to me 

He is my weakness

But I am his too